I Didn't Do It!

It is a testament to my enduring immaturity that the word "Boring" is one of my more frequent exclamations. I even say it to my boss. I have been careful, however, not to use it in front of my nephew. Because the only thing more annoying than a 30-something declaring something Boring is an actual child doing it.

The other night, I called my brother to express my feeling that he had completely missed the joke in a random Star Wars blog that I had sent him. He put the phone on speaker and placed it in the middle of the table. Because his family was eating dinner. Please note: I do not answer the phone when we are eating dinner. Unless perhaps if it is my brother, so that I can tell him to go away because I am eating dinner.

He asked about my trip to Washington. Where I met my father and step-mother. Oh, yeah. That would have been a better reason to call. I explained that I met Grandpa Bradley and Susan. "Then what did you do?" Alex asked.

"We went to the museum to look at the paintings," I replied.
"Boorrrring!" he proclaimed.

I demanded a note to the permanent record that I did not teach the child that word. It was so noted.